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GOD SEES ALLYou are superstitious and you love the God you fearYet you lie in his face, every day, week, month and yearYou tarnish the reputation of the goodYou mould the people around you to believeYet all you do is lie to them, lie and lie and cheatYet those that are still in your life, believe your sodden liesThey help you tarnish that pure lifeThey won’t believe her cries of truth, they won’t believe her griefBut you’ve forgotten one thing my dear and that isHe that creates can see…Oh he knows that you’ve done wrong and someday you will payFor God doesn’t like liars, in his commandments he does sayThou shalt not lieBut you doAnd keep on doing soThough you are Queen in this mortal life right now, when you are dead this won’t be soNo one believes that one of charity can be as evil as the devilNo one trusts the victim who says that she to you was servileBut he doesThat’s all that countsYou can lie to mortals as much as you like, but in the endGod sees all, my friend

When the world falls apart into the wilderness I shall departMy heart broken into shardsIrreparableWhen my dreams are smashed and my hopes are dashedI shall become numbIrreparableWhen lives that I love are stolen and lostIf I survive that holocaustMy life will be irreparableWhen I wander in a daze, through fields that were once maizeI shall look into my past and see that it is irreparableIrreplaceableShadowed by the dust of fallen men, women and childrenBecause of lascivious greed and famePowerful men, insaneIrreparable damage they skeinCan we build civilisation again?Or is it all…Irreparable?

I am wandering and lonely in the corridors of my mindHeart broken into pieces, you drink my tears like wineI suffer with your lack of patienceI am cursed with your temper tooMy heart is bleeding for releaseMy mind is like a balloonWill it pop under your incessant pressure?Will it bang in its cocoon?Is my destiny to be rescued?Or is it to become a loon?I don’t dare to choose my own pathI don’t dare to release myselfBut how can I live with such evil?How can I defend myself?Only time will hear meWill it act and save the day?Will I be rescued swiftly?Or doomed to fade away?I am worried for my questionsI am scared of the future tooI don’t know what will happen to meBut I hope it happens soonI remain in this tight spotUntil fate has turned the keyTo lock me into madnessOr to release me till I am freeI don’t dare to judge what will happenA clue of my future there is noneI just hope it happens swiftlyRelease me from my mumThis was written on Good Friday 2017, 4yrs after I broke away from my mother. But, these are the thoughts that used to come to me when I lived with her. I always felt this desperate, especially as nobody ever believed me when I asked them to help me with her. Not many people believe what I say about her, but it is all true, no matter what they say.I have no reason to lie and what hurts me the most is the fact that my own mother will sit back and tell me that those memories I share with people, good or bad memories, are false, she tried to convince me that I don’t know my own mind.Such is the manipulation of someone who is abusive; they can manipulate even the minds of those of who believe them to be good people. They can wear any mask for any occasion they want, so if anyone in your life tries to tell you something negative about a person you respect, don’t shun it please, you never know anyone 100%.

Creeping out the boggy marshes Gurgling its cries of death See its eyes a glowing See its fangs and feel its breath Its hair is made of algae It’s skin as slimy as a frog See it creeping towards you The monster of the bog Though you are paralysed in fear Though your heart tells you to flee Though your chest is thumping hard You can only stand and see Death creeping closer to you and me A little sigh of triumph comes from its muddy lips It touches your legs so softly with its iron fingertips Its grip gets tighter and tighter Your voice makes desperate calls But it’s too late it has you And into the bog you’re pulled Though the monster has spared your friend The spell is broken down Your friend runs towards the bog to save you But they’re too late, you’ve drowned Their cries are heard throughout the night The monster has taken your life Your friend sits at the bank of the bog mourning Stabs at the bog with his knife But they don’t find the monster in there It has gone to the deeper depths of Hell It has gone down there as soon as it had got you And taken you as well Your friend he threw himself into madness No one believed his story No one ever will, you know The ending was far too gory Instead they locked him up and away Never to see the light of day And always it is this way With the monster of the bog And now this story is said and done And now you will carry on with your life As though this story was never true And of course, you don’t believe in after life But his ghost is watching from that bog To ward off others just like you Keep away from this monster’s bog Because the stories of course are true

There is a whirlwind in my mind because I’ve been lost for so longThere is pain in my heart that is why there is sadness in my new songI once danced in a palace of dragonsI once twirled in garments of silkI once spoke regally to my people, without shame and without guiltBut I was taken from my world and into the world of menMy reality was shaken badly, I became broken, and will I mend?There is no answer to my questionThere is no answer to my callsThere is no hero who has found meI miss the parties and the ballsI sit amongst humans thinkingThat my reality is just a dreamThat I fashioned another life to copeWith this realities yells and screamsBut I hear the other realm whisperingCalling out my nameThey say to me, dear Empress, you are not indeed insaneWe will find you Empress, anyway we canBut for now you have to stay strong, in the world of manAnd I whimper at their message and I cry an ocean of tearsThey have not yet found me, though it’s been eighteen thousand yearsHow I wish the rainbow was a bridgeA bridge that I could crossAnd leave this world for the otherAnd lay on my bed of mossHow I miss my dream worldHow I know they miss me tooI hope to go back there somedayI hope that day is soon

The world is but a fragile sphere floating in the endless black sea of spaceMore fragile than the thinnest glass when it has been knocked out of placeYet within this fragile sphere of ours, we are set spinning into spaceWith no inclination of how we float, we just do and in such graceEvery mortal life is preciousEvery mortal life uniqueEvery mortal life is special and their life’s end is always bleakYet we keep on spinning, in the airless spaceWe keep on turning with such gentle graceAnd we keep on believing That we know nothing of what we areYet we keep on invadingShouting truth to justify our warAnd we sometimes die for nothingBut some they die in justAnd some they keep on believingBecause they simply mustThat there is meaning to all of thisThis fragility in which we liveBut no one has an answerNo one has one to giveSo we keep on spinning, up there in the blackened spaceWe keep on hoping that our life will not be erasedAnd we keep on dreaming of things we do not understandAnd we keep on searching, because that’s the way of man

Intolerance needs to be shaken out of this worldHatred needs to diePeople need to stop being perfect and living the perfect liesThere is no one more beautiful than anotherThere is no one too ugly to seeThere is only in this world and the next – personalityUgliness is an illusion, of which you must overcomeDon’t carry on in your life hating, because that is very dumbWhy do you think you are perfect? Why do you think you are grand?Why do you think another, needs a violent hand?What makes you so righteous, what makes you so mean?Has the deceiver taken charge of your mind? Is that why you are undisciplined?You pray to God on Sundays, you promise him a pack of liesYou hate your fellow neighbourYou live your life in prideYou don’t see yourself in this mannerYou don’t see your hypocrisyBut if there is hate in your heart for anotherThen you are blind and you do not seeYou are contributing to the evil of this world And that is as evil as can beSo take the time to change your mind about your fellow manTake the charge of your thoughts and be kindHelp others all you canLive your life in a non-judgemental way and you will know that love is out thereAnd it is yoursJust be kind and open the doorLive in kindness – always

Winter is born again, through the tears of spring, the summer rain and the great bloody fall.
Now snowmen can have their ball, their jewels of ice and snowflake
Each year an elegant remake of the old becoming new
In crisp white gowns they gander at the brilliant white fields and lanes
Knowing that each year is different, knowing each year is just the same
The festivities are just starting
What fun there is to be?
Celebrating life’s ending
Celebrating with grand feasts
All the snowmen gather, with their noses of carrot and coal
Dancing on the frozen lake
Dancing with all their soul
And as winter nears its ending, the beginning begins to start
A brand new year is coming
Get ready with all your heart
For the winter’s end is warming
And spring is coming by
To melt the snowmen to heaven
With their jewels of snow and ice
And there you have it
Here it comes
Yes, the New Year has arrived
And the New Year has begun